“Please…” I wasn’t above begging. I was hanging by a thread.
Mr. Snowden’s fingers glided over my chest, then between my breasts. I felt the gentle tug on the chain that connected the clamps together and I moaned again.
“Open your mouth,” he urged. “I want you to bite down on the chain.”
I did and he placed the chain in my mouth. I closed my teeth over it, careful not to move so that it didn’t pull.
I heard him moving, knew where he was going. My entire body was trembling and it was a good thing he had my legs restrained the way that he did or I wouldn’t have been able to remain in this position. As it was, the restraints tightened when I moved, keeping my knees in close to my chest and spread wide.
“This is a pretty pussy,” he whispered as his finger grazed over my clit. “I know for a fact it tastes as sweet as it looks.” His hands shifted so that they were pressing on the insides of my thighs. “You do not have permission to come, precious. I highly suggest you hold on.”
Oh, God. That didn’t sound good.
I was on the razor-sharp edge of detonation as it was. I knew I wouldn’t last once he—
I cried out, completely forgetting about the chain when his tongue swept over my clit for the first time. Pain, sharp and bright, shot from my nipples to my clit and I held myself still.
“Relax, little rebel,” Mr. Parker said as he moved to stand by my head.
His hands grazed my collarbone, then my chest. I was overwhelmed by sensation when Mr. Snowden’s mouth resumed its feast between my legs.
I whimpered, trying my best not to move, not to cause the chain to pull as sensation after sensation flooded me. But holy shit, the man had a very skilled tongue. He teased me with soft licks, then gentle tugs with his lips. If it weren’t for the nipple clamps dividing my attention, I would already have come at this point.
“I do like watching this,” Mr. Parker noted. “Ben’s head between your thighs, his tongue on your clit…”
His words were only making it harder to maintain control. I could feel that distinct electric current coming to life in my core. I tried to focus on the rasp of Mr. Snowden’s tongue on my clit. It felt so fucking good. I could tell he wasn’t trying to push me over the edge. That didn’t mean I wasn’t going to soar in the very near future, because holding back was becoming harder with every passing second.
“Let go of the chain, little rebel.”
Mr. Parker took the chain from my mouth and he tugged on it.
I cried out as the pain morphed into fire shooting through my veins. It was more sensation than I could handle.
“Do not come,” Mr. Snowden barked, his tone more demanding than I’d ever heard it. “You will not come until I give you permission. Is that understood?”
“Y-yes.” I was trying my best, but…
Mr. Snowden’s lips fused onto my clit once more and he flicked the sensitive bundle of nerves with his tongue. I whimpered and moaned, desperate for release. Just when I thought I would go over into the blessed abyss, Mr. Parker tugged on the chain, dragging me back down. Again, pain warred with pleasure and I fought for breath.
Mr. Snowden’s mouth resumed its relentless assault on my pussy and I inhaled, exhaled, closed my eyes, tried to hold on…
“Fuck!” I screamed as my orgasm slammed into me, my back bowing.
The chain pulled the clamps and another orgasm rocked me.
I knew I had failed them, but the bliss that consumed me made it all worth it.
“It looks to me like our little rebel doesn’t quite know how to follow instructions.”
“I agree,” Mr. Snowden said.
“Well, thank you for allowing me to watch, pup. But I think it’s only fair that you handle her punishment from here.”
“Thank Mr. Parker for joining us, precious girl.”
“Thank you, Mr. Parker,” I whispered, that sweet bliss still fizzing in my veins.
Mr. Parker chuckled. “Let me know if you need me for anything else.”
As I lay there trying to catch my breath, I heard the door open, then close. I heard Mr. Snowden shuffling something, then a few seconds later, a click and a buzz.
I lifted my head and tried to peer down my body to see what he had. There was a wicked grin on his face as he stared back at me.
“Do you know what a Hitachi is, precious?”
Aww, crap.
“Plus, I have this little contraption.”
In his hand was a long, thin vibrator with an angled end. More than likely, that thing was going to hit my G spot if he intended to put it inside me.
“Since you can’t seem to refrain, I figure you’ll do well with forced orgasms.”
Oh, shit. If you ever wanted to know what was worse than being told not to come, it was being forced to come repeatedly.
Mr. Snowden eased the vibrator inside me, making me moan as it brushed sensitive nerve endings.
“How does that feel, precious? Any pain?”
“No, Mr. Snowden. It feels nice.”
“Good. And remember, you can orgasm as much as you like. In fact, I insist on it.”
Once again, there was a click and a buzz as the Hitachi came to life. Then the vibrator inside me began humming and my body tensed. The instant he pressed the Hitachi against my clit, I jerked. And seconds later, another orgasm was building in intensity. I whimpered and moaned, trying to hold back, but it was futile. I came with a loud cry, my body jerking as much as the restraints would allow.
Mr. Snowden didn’t let up.
“Another, precious. Come for me again.”
He didn’t give me a choice. That damn vibrator against my clit and the one on my G spot provided just the right amount of stimulation to send me soaring again. Then another and another followed. A few minutes later, tears were leaking from my eyes as the sensation overwhelmed me. Yet he continued until I’d come several more times.
When the vibrations shut off, I breathed a sigh of relief, my stomach muscles tight, my body trembling, my skin dotted with perspiration. I felt as though I’d run twenty miles through quicksand, my muscles aching, my body completely boneless.
I didn’t move. Couldn’t, actually. I was wrung out from the multiple orgasms.
“I need you to take a deep breath, precious girl. I’m going to remove the clamps.”
I focused on breathing as he eased one clamp off.
“Oh, shit,” I hissed, the pain intense.
His mouth was instantly on me, soothing the throb that ignited as the blood flowed back into my tortured nipple. He then did the same for the other nipple. And once he was finished, he removed the restraints and massaged my limbs until I was once again boneless and sated.
When he pulled me into his lap while he sat in his chair, I wrapped my arms around his neck and inhaled his sexy scent. I could get used to being with him. In fact, I looked forward to it more than I ever thought I would.
“How do you feel?” he whispered, brushing my hair back with his hand.
“I’m sorry for coming without permission,” I replied.
“Next time you’ll realize I’m serious when I say that.”
Yes, I definitely knew that now.
“Tonight, I want you to take a warm bath.”
“Yes, Mr. Snowden.”
He tilted my chin up and his lips pressed to mine. “I enjoyed that very much, precious. And I look forward to spending more time with you.”
My heart swelled in my chest at those words. I’d learned a long time ago to disassociate my feelings and sex. They weren’t one and the same and one didn’t equal the other. However, when it came to Mr. Snowden and Mr. Parker, there was something more at play. Something more powerful than mere sex, something more intense than simple lust.
I couldn’t help but wonder if this white-hot feeling in my chest was the most powerful feeling of all. One I’d never felt before.
But more importantly, if it was, how in the world would they react if they found out…
I was falling in love with them?
Twenty-Five
JUSTIN
“HOW’RE THINGS WITH BEN?” ZEKE asked as we sipped our drinks, waiting for our food to be brought out. The restaurant was crowded, but we had been seated immediately, two glasses of scotch ready and waiting.
My mind instantly drifted back to the scene in Ben’s office earlier today. I’d been quite surprised that he had taken the initiative with Addison. I thought for sure he was waiting for me, but it appeared that wasn’t the case. I still wasn’t sure how I felt about that.
“Very well,” I told him.
“I heard the two of you recently took on another submissive.”
Zeke wasn’t the type of man to gossip, so his words surprised me somewhat. As for him finding out about us taking a submissive…that was quite the hot topic in our circles right now. When we’d taken her to the club for her shift, I’d felt eyes on us. And I knew people were questioning what she was doing working for us.
“We did,” I confirmed. There was no sense denying it.
“Addison Hayes is a nice girl,” Zeke said absently. “I scened with her once.”
Really? That admission caught my attention. Sure, I knew the girl was somewhat into pain, but I didn’t get the impression she was a masochist. And Zeke was likely the most revered sadist at Dichotomy. Submissives who weren’t into pain feared him and masochists practically begged for his attention.
“Nothing too intense,” he continued. “But I will admit, she has a rather high pain threshold.”
“She’s mentioned enjoying it.”
“Not quite to my level,” he said with a smirk. “However, I remember that night fondly.”
Based on what Greg had told me, Addison had played with a few Doms at the club, but he had specified that she didn’t have sex with them. I believed that, which perhaps was why there wasn’t any jealousy on my part.
“You still handling the new Doms?” I asked.
Zeke’s dark eyebrow lifted. “No. Edge cut me loose. Said I was too hard on them.”
“You did seem to take your job rather seriously.” Personally, I’d experienced a few beatings at the hands of Zeke. Trent felt it was necessary for Doms to experience the various tools used on submissives. His theory was that a Dom should understand what it feels like before he was allowed to use it. I didn’t necessarily agree, but I could admit it was a learning experience.
“Pain isn’t for the faint of heart,” Zeke said. “And if a Dom wants to dish it out, it’s fair that they experience it first.”
“I’m not arguing with you there.” I took a sip of my scotch. “You looking for a new submissive?”
“I don’t need a submissive,” he stated, holding his glass. “I need a slave. And no, I’m not in the market for one.”
For as long as I’d known Zeke—which was roughly five years now—he’d never had a submissive or slave. There were a few he played with frequently at the clubs—mostly male masochists—but never anything serious. I knew he had played with a few females over the years, but never sexually, much to their disappointment. There was no way to predict, but if I were to make an educated guess, I’d go so far as to say that Zeke would end up with two male slaves when it was all said and done. It would likely take two to handle the man.
“So, let’s talk business,” Zeke prompted, raising his glass as the waiter neared. The man gave a quick nod, then instantly turned around, likely to get a refill.
“You mentioned having questions.” I leaned back, waiting for him to fill me in.
“Travel? I know you and the Moore twins travel often. I need to understand what sort of schedule I’d be looking at.”
“Do you have a problem with traveling?” I asked this for a couple of reasons.
“It wouldn’t be an issue if Tank could go with me,” he said with a sheepish grin.
“Your dog?”
“Tank is a hell of a lot more than a dog, boss,” he countered. “He’s my kid.” Zeke grinned. “Or as close to a kid as I’ll ever have and I’m not fond of leaving him alone.”
“Where does he stay when you travel now?”
“There’s a day care near my place. If I can’t take him with me, I board him there. Plus, he goes there during the day when I work.”
A day care? For dogs?
Knowing that I had to recruit Zeke, because the guy would be almost as beneficial to the firm as Greg, I figured this was going to be something I wouldn’t win. “Well, as you know, these days, we can do most of our business virtually. Plus, if I can get Jane on board, we’ll reduce the amount of traveling the three of us would have to do rather significantly.”
“Has she agreed?”
I shook my head, then paused as the waiter placed our steaks and baked potatoes on the table.
“Can I get you anything else?” he asked as I cut into my steak to ensure it was cooked the way I’d ordered it.
“Another round of drinks,” Zeke told him after I shook my head.
“Of course.”
When we were alone again, I looked to Zeke. “At this point, she hasn’t agreed to anything. I’m meeting with her first thing next week. I’m talking to Greg on Friday, but that’s more for Ben. Greg has the technology background that’ll benefit him the most.”
“We haven’t talked salary,” Zeke noted as he cut into his steak.
“No, but I can assure you the compensation is more than fair. Meet me in the office next week and I’ll have a formal proposal for you.”
Zeke seemed to consider this for a few minutes while we ate.
“Aside from the money…” Zeke held up his fork. “Provided it’s fair, then I only have one other stipulation.”
I already knew what he was going to say, but I waited.
“Tank has to be able to come into the office with me.”
“It’s not an issue,” I assured him. “I’ve already had the conversation with Landon, Langston, and Ben. Provided he can mind his manners, your dog is welcome at the office.”
Zeke grinned. “He’s more than my dog, boss.”
Yeah, yeah, whatever.
If it would get Zeke on board, I would agree to let the big bastard walk around naked if that was what he needed to be happy.
Granted, I was seriously hoping it wouldn’t come to that.
Speaking of dog…
I sat up straight and met Zeke’s stare. “I need a favor.”
“Anything.”
“You might’ve heard about the incident with Addison and her ex-boyfriend.”
“The incident with the crop?” His eyes narrowed. “Yeah. I fucking heard about it.”
“Well, I need someone to follow up with him. Someone with the right intimidation factor.”
That seemed to intrigue him. “I’m all ears.”
I decided to tell him exactly what I had in mind. If anyone was capable of putting the fear of God into a man, Zeke was that guy.
*
BEN
WHEN MR. PARKER INFORMED ME that he was going to dinner with Zeke, I took that as an opportunity to have dinner alone with Addison. Wanting to give her time to rest, I asked her to come over to my place at seven thirty. I was impressed when she arrived right on time.
Our conversation over dinner was relatively light and I got the feeling Addison was trying not to bombard me with a million questions. I felt her pain because I was doing the same for her. There were so many more things I wanted to know about this girl, but I felt as though we’d already picked her brain enough over the past couple of weeks.
Some people might’ve figured since she’d had my cock in her mouth and her pussy on my face, she should’ve been comfortable with me. After all, we’d given each other some rather intense orgasms without ever having full penetration. When it came to our world, getting to know someone before being intimate wasn’t always the case. I’d learned in my lifetime that people gravitated toward BDSM for a variety of reasons, but after a while, sex became a common d
enominator. And some people needed it for a release, rather than to make a connection.
I wasn’t assuming that was the case with Addison, but I also wasn’t ruling it out. I could tell she purposely kept a distance between herself and others, although she was starting to open up more than I’d expected in the short time we’d known her. Still, I wasn’t willing to push too far too fast.
“Are you finished?” I asked when she placed her fork on her plate and picked up her napkin.
She smiled. “Yes. It was amazing, as always.”
“Thank you. I enjoy cooking.”
“I can tell. And I’ve never eaten as well before in my life.”
Taking a sip of wine, I watched her for a moment. I could tell she was waiting for me to say something, so I figured what the hell. Might as well jump right in.
“Since I cooked, I’d like you to clean the kitchen.”
Her eyes widened. “Of course, Mr. Snowden. I’d be happy to.”
“Naked,” I added.
Her eyes dropped to the table and I noticed a smile tilt the very corners of her mouth. Her cheeks had a little more color to them. I liked that I could make her blush.
Pushing my chair back, I prepared to get to my feet to help carry the dishes to the sink, but Addison stopped me with a hand on my arm.
“Please, stay seated. I’d like to do this for you.”
Nodding, I positioned myself back in my chair and picked up my wineglass.
Addison stood, then very efficiently removed her clothing, laying each piece neatly on her chair.
The woman made my mouth water. Not only with how incredibly beautiful she was, but also with the way she carried herself. I could tell she’d taken to heart the training she’d received as a submissive, always making sure she was presenting herself in the most flattering light. Not that it took much. The woman was simply beautiful. Once I managed to get her to gain a few pounds, she would be perfect.
After she carried our plates to the sink, she returned and filled my glass before leaving again. I watched as she quickly rinsed the dishes, placing them in the dishwasher. It didn’t take long, but I was the type who cleaned up after myself as I cooked. Something I always did because Mr. Parker insisted on cleaning. He said if I cooked, he would clean, and I never wanted to leave him with a mess.
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